The trees, they...are screaming!

Every day more are sucked dry...and consumed. Each morning, as the birdsong fills the glades, their shrieks grow weaker.

Soon they will fall silent. The trees...fall still and wither away before our very eyes.

Player: "Why? What is happening here?"

The Violent Wriggots have come.

A product of the Cataclysm...they attack the trees...even the Elim, for our sap. Their jaws are strong, and our defences falter.... Trees are easy prey for Wriggots.

We need your help, Player.

Player: "What can I do?"

You must kill the Violent Wriggots that devour our home.... Only then may we blossom...only then will our survival be assured.

Time is running out. We have...only a short while before...winter approaches, and we...enter our slumber. If the Worms remain...we will never awaken.

Will you aid us, friend?

Player: Accept.

Ahh...

You are a true friend of the Elim!

These Wriggots...they think they are masters of these Holy Grounds. Show them what it is to be afraid, Daeva. Cut them down, and when...your reaping is done, bring me the Wriggot Villi.

Player: "I will, Elote."

You have returned, my child.

Have you...the Wriggot Villi I asked for?

Player: "Is this what you wanted?"

No....

The forest weakens every moment that...you delay, Player. Stop their suffering. You must...kill the Violent Wriggots!

Player: "I will."

So...it is done. The Wriggots dwell in the...icy belly of Death.

You have secured our future! We owe...more than we can repay. Know that no tree shall ever...obstruct your path. Wherever wind blows, every tree shall sing...your praises.

Thank you....